As Sylva's voice dripped with allure and manipulation, Madelyn's gaze grew increasingly unfocused. Gradually, it seemed she was forgetting everything. But even as her memories were about to be erased by Sylva's dark magic, fragments of moments with Owen kept surfacing.
She forgot much, but every detail of her time with Owen remained unerasable.
Sylva frowned, surprised at how stubbornly Madelyn clung to these memories. It was rare, but she had encountered such cases before.
With a slight wave of her fingers, Sylva manipulated invisible threads, preparing to alter Madelyn's memories directly.
In Madelyn's mind, visions appeared of a life with Owen—of sweet scenes from their marriage, of playful moments, of their honeymoon.
Each memory was beautiful, filled with joy.
Observing this, Sylva shook her head, muttering, "Owen truly does have a way with women."
